The Arrow Towers on the City Wall began to roar.
Crossbow bolts cleaved through the curtain of Rain, striking the Funeral Wraiths that entered the Camp with deadly precision.
They fell.
They rose.
They split.
The Funeral Wraiths kept splitting, growing ever more numerous, while still more emerged from the Gray Fog outside the Camp and walked inside.
They were slow, but their unnerving appearance and sheer numbers, coupled with their utter lack of roars or cries, made them overwhelmingly oppressive amid the patter of falling Rain.
"..."
Chen Fan suddenly furrowed his brow. Standing on the City Wall, he looked outside the Camp. Funeral Wraiths approached from every direction, gradually filling the entire Camp. He doubted his two plots of Farmland would survive the night.
If only Mountains surrounded him on three sides, leaving him just one Enclosing Wall to build. That would ease the pressure considerably.
But that clearly wasn't possible.
Big Fish's village had been destroyed by Strange Entities that jumped into it from the cliffs on all four sides.
Kings descended from the heavens, furious and ferocious.
The next moment—
A glimmer of White Light flashed atop the tier-three Arrow Tower beside him. Arrow Rain Storm activated, sending countless crossbow bolts high into the sky before they rained down like bamboo spikes, blanketing an entire area in front of the City Wall.
They cleared an empty patch.
The Funeral Wraiths had weak physical defenses. A single crossbow bolt hitting a vital spot could kill one.
But their ability to split completely compensated for that weakness.
Thud.
By now, one of the foremost Funeral Wraiths had reached the foot of the City Wall. Its face was deathly pale and utterly expressionless as it lifted the White Lantern in its hand and smashed it hard against the